This is a bit gross, but when I was very small, about three I think, we were staying with my auntie, and I went to go to the loo. I must have been quite small because I remember feeling very grown-up going on my own. Anyway, somehow I managed to miss the pan and poo on the floor at the back of the toilet. I was terrified about getting into trouble, so I didn't say anything. Of course, it was discovered and everyone knew it was me, but I just kept on denying it. I wonder if I'd still deny it if anyone reminded me about it today.